I went to the farmers' market this morning, with no intention of taking pictures, so the camera stayed home.
We bought -- well, good stuff, and their uses will become known when I use them, so hold your horses.
Sadly, though -- and very happily, as it turns out -- we decided to have our first restaurant meal of the Eat Local month.
Happily, because we ate really good food that was hugely local. Sadly, because the food was so pretty, and I couldn't take any pictures.
Lunch was at Lark Creek Inn in Larkspur, CA. Chef-owner Bradley Ogden is serious about local food sourcing, AND he's celebrating a tomato festival (pdf) this week.
I will start off by saying that I nibbled on half a slice of bread, the first molecules of wheat to pass my lips in almost two weeks. I believe the sin was offset, though, by the fact that I had a pound and a half of freshly ground whole wheat flour from Full Belly Farm (94 miles away) in the cooler in the car. (The flour's home now, and so is the camera, so look. Do you see the date the wheat was ground? My, that's fresh.)
The rest of my meal was without fault, however, and with the possible exception of salt and seasonings, probably from within the 100-mile radius. Gloria Ferrer champagne from Sonoma. Heirloom tomato soup (tomatoes from Winters, 65 miles away). Tomato salad (Winters again) with handmade mozzarella (the waiter says the milk is from an Oakland dairy) and watercress from Sausalito Springs, which is not in Sausalito (10 miles) but Sonoma County.
Another humbling discovery: I think my own cooking is so satisfying, sometimes I hate to spend money in restaurants for dumb food. Well, today I had a hubris lesson. The food was stellar, far beyond anything I could whip up.